Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 17:29:59 +0000
From: Kitty Nolastname
Subject: new life chapter 2
New Life
Part 2
Kitty (kitty_slave@hotmail.com)
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I sat in the back seat of the limousine, my blindold tightly wrapped over
my eyes.
After my Mistress had chosen me to be her new slave, the other girls had
quickly dispersed to the other parts of the room. After wondering for a few
minutes what was going to happen next, my Mistress turned to me.
"You have 5 minutes to break any ties you have with your old life. It does
not exist anymore." I nodded quickly.
"kitty understands Mistress." Simply saying that set my gentinals aflame. I
had read stories of permanent relationships like these, and couldn't wait to
see what would happen in real life. I quickly ran over to where the other
girls were. I had no real family left that cared about me, so I hugged a few
of the girls I new, and went back to my Mistress.
I also noticed that the other Mistresses had treated their new slaves
differnetly. One of them had given her slave a full day to break ties, as
well as an address to be at the next day. The other Mistress had simply
wrenched her slave up by the hair, pulling her towards the back exit.
After I had said goodbye's, my Mistress had pulled out a long peice of
cloth. She tied it over my eyes. I couldn't tell what happened next, but I
felt cold metal snap around my neck and felt a tug from what I assumed was
my Mistress' leash.
Now I sat in the back seat of the car, where my Mistress had firmly told me
to stay. I found myself wondering if this was the right decision. For all I
knew, I could be locked up like this for life. I didn't have much time
toponder; the car pulled to a stop. I heard the door open, and a firm tug at
my neck told me my Mistress wanted me moving again.
I was lead by the neck for about 10 minutes, constantly going down stairs
as far as I could tell, until my Mistress suddenly came to a stop. My
blindfold came off, and I took in my surroundings. I was in a small room,
without a carpet or anything on the walls. There was no wallpaper, or
windows, simply a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. In the corner of the
room, there was an old cot. That was it for the furnishings. I looked
around, then finally brought my eyes to my Mistress, wondering what this
was.
"This will be your room until you prove yourself worthy of something else.
You will sleep here every day when I am finished with you. If I find you
have left the room during the night, or attempted to, you will be severely
punished." She walked up to me, grabbing my chin and looking me feircely in
the eyes. "Do you understand, my little slut?"
I nodded quickly. "Yes Mistress, kitty understands." I paused for a second.
"May kitty ask a question, Mistress?"
My Mistress nodded. "Make it quick!"
I shuddered. "What should kitty do if she need s to.... to relieve
herself?" My Mistres gave a chuckle.
"kitty will hold it, and go when I say she can, or she will be severely
punished." With that she left. I slowly lowered myself to the floor, and
crawled over to the cot. I layed down to a restless sleep....
Pain flashed accorss my butt as I woke up. My Mistress stood over me,
holding a switch in one hand, which she tapped imaptiently on her other
palm. I quickly stood up, hoping not to dissapoint her as I began my first
day in forever. Suddenly her hand came up, and the switch slashed visciously
on my thigh. I cried out, and bit down on my lip to keep silent.
"Today is your first day of training." My Mistress began circling me
looking me up and down. "You will learn the daily routines, and what is
expected of you. I will only teach you everything once, and I expect you to
remember it. As of now, you probably see this as a sexual game, full of
pleasure, and mild pain. You still think of yourself as a person, even
though you speak to me as property. Make no mistake. Over the next few
months of training, you will break. You will become my adoring pet, and
nothing more." She came back to my front, and looked me aquarely in the
eyes. "The first thing you will learn is meekness. You will never look me in
the eyes unless I address you differently. Your eyes belong on the floor,
like the worthless little bitch you are." I quickly averted my eyes, hoping
to avoid punishment. In reality, this was a huge turnon, and I could already
feel my cunt getting wet.
"Now," my Mistress said, "we will make you look presentable." From behind
her she pulle dout a pair of long scissors. I shuddered again, unable to
control myself. She reached out, first grabbing my hair in one strong hand.
With a quiet snip, my hair fell away, now ending at my chin. After that, she
looked at me again. "Down on all fours, slave." She said. I scurried down as
quickly as I could, wondering what could come next. My Mistress walked
around behind me, and before I knew what was going on, she was cutting away
my clothes! In less than a minute i crouched naked in front of her, my pussy
obviously wet and dripping. She took a deep breath. "If you are a good
slave, I may allow you to sate your lust kitty."
"kitty will be good, Mistress!" I cried, trying not to let my voice waver.
My Mistress grabbed me by my chin, and feircly pulled my up to a kneeling
position. Than, she pulled off the fabric of her pants, barely attatched by
zippers.
"Every morning I will relieve myself with you." She said, smiling down at
me. "I expect you to catch every droplet. If you fail, I will make you
regret it."
Quickly I pressed my mouth up against my Mistress' lips, almost disgusted
at the thought of drinking her pee. In an instant I felt the warm liquid
gushing in my throat, both sweet and bitter at the same time. As she sighed,
I struggled to swallow, almost letting my mouth open too far and dropping
her precious urine. She smiled down at me again, still peeing.
"Although you may not like it now, kitty, soon you will see my urine as the
sweetest of nectars. It will become a reward for you, if you are good enough
to deserve it.
I didn't dare respond and drop her piss. I could feel the current begin to
slow. and finally stop. As I began to move back, her grip on my hair
tightened, and I winced.
"I expect you to clean me afterwards, you filthy little whore. This mistake
just cost you a severe punishement." I moved in again, using my tongue to
catch every ounce of pee left, diving into her folds. I almost found it
enjoyable; I loved the taste of another woman's mound. I thought if I did a
good enough job, possibly she would allow me to get away without punishment.
Finally, when I was sure she was clean, I moved away.
My Mistress stood over me sneering angrily. She pulled her switch back out,
and began to pace around me. I knew what had to be coming and shuddered
obviously.
"Get up, you filthy excuse for a whore!" she commanded, and I sprang to my
feet quickly, averting my eyes.
"yes Mistress!" I shouted as I stood. Suddenly I felt the first slash
accross my ass. I stifled a cry, and my Mistress spoke again.
"I expect you not to make a sound during this punishment. If you do, I will
lengthen it. You're lucky this is your first day, slave, or your punishment
would be MUCH worse!" And so I stood, feeling each blow land. I knew that
after only the first few hits my butt cheeks would be red, but I still found
the experience thrilling. This was the life I had dreamnt about so many
times. I was eager to please my new Mistress, so I stood out the pain,
biting my bottom lip. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the blows
stopped.
"I hope you learnt your lesson, my little bitch." She said, circling around
to my front yet again.
"kitty learnt Mistress!" I shouted. I almost yelped when I heard my voice
crack. I was completely in the control of this woman. The thought set my
womanhood flowing again. I could feel my own juices wetting my inner thighs.
I hoped my Mistress would allow me release soon.
After watching me for a few moments, my Mistress smiled. "Now we will move
on to your next lesson. Today I will begin teaching you how to compose
yourself as my slave. For starter, as you already know, you are forbidden to
look at me unless I allow you. Your eyes are to remain on the ground at all
times." I caught myself, averting my gaze downward once more. Suddenly, my
Mistress sharply turned anf began to walk away. Surprised, I stayed sitting
on the floor. At about 10 feet, she turned around again. Standing stifly,
she uttered a sharp command. "Come."
Confused, I stood up, walking towards her. When I came to where she had
stopped, I nervously stared at the ground, unsure what to do.
Her backhand caught me by surprise. I gave a little yelp of pain as her
hand smacked my face, and I felt tears wetting the corners of my eyes. I had
no idea what I had done wrong.
My Mistress answered the question. "Standing is against the rules unless I
say otherwise. You are my pet, a filthy worthless bitch and whore, and will
act that way. The next time I tell you to follow me, you will crawl. you
will not complain. You will be promt and swift. Any laziness will be
punished." Without giving me time to answer, my Mistress walked another 10
feet down the hallway outside the room. "Come!"
I dropped to my hands and knees quickly, and dashed accross the floor to my
Mistress. In only a few short seconds I was at her feet, sitting quietly.
I flt a hand on my hair, but instead of the normal insistent tug, it was a
soothing pet. I heard my Mistress' soft coos, and she spoke to me in a
gentle tone.
"That was exactly what I expect from you, my kitty." As she crouched beside
me her hand moved down my body, brushing lightly past my left nipple, and
came to a stop right at the top of my shaved lower lips. As my Mistress
leaned closer, her mouth came to my ear. She gave it an affectionate lick,
than whispered in a low voice.
"Now kitty, you will learn this isn't all just pain and punishment. Behave
and do what you are told, my pet, and you will be generously rewarded." With
those words, her hand plunged forcefully into my cunt. I was used to gradual
increasion, maybe one finger, than two, than three at most, but in one
instant my Mistress shoved her entire hand into my hole. It met little
resistance at the soaked lips and passed right in. As she pumped in and out,
I lost control, giving a loud moan of pleasure, followed by a purr. I could
see right away my Mistress was an expert at what she did; as she pumped
sunsually away at my pussy, taking me to the edge and back, she continued to
lick and nibble my ear. Finally i felt the pressure build up inside me, and
I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. I began to pant, purrr,
coo and moan at the same time, and I was enjoying every moment of it. This
was the best sexual experience of my life.
Suddenly, the beautiful, wet hand came sliding out of my hole, and the
tongue at my ear also stopped. I whimpered, so close to the edge and yet so
far. As I began to open my eyes, I felt a long, sensual lick across the
entirety of my cunt.
It was all I needed.
My Mistress withdrew her face as I came, allowing my juice to splatter
across her mouth, lips, and the rest of her face. I've always been a messy
cummer. As my passion subceded, my Mistress waited expectantly.
"If at any point I am 'messy' after rewarding you, it is your duty to
'clean up' the mess." I looked at her face with wide eyes. Eat my own, cum?
The thought made me sick to the stomach. But what my Mistress said I must
do, I must do. I leaned over to her face, using my tongue to pick up my
juice. It didn't taste that bad. I also got a feel for my Mistress curved
face. She was young, quite possibly only 2 or 3 years older than me. I had
never before noticed how Attrative she was. Her face had a sharp frame but
smooth curves, obviously with some Asian ancestry. Brown, penetrating eyes
tilted PERFECTLY, complementing her features. And finally, there were those
tight, pursed lips. I tried to spend extr time cleaning those. I actually
caught myself beginning to breathe harder just looking at the woman. Was my
'breaking' already beginning?
After I had finished, my Mistress smiled affectionately, giving my head
another pet. This time I tilted hy head sideways a bit. I liked the way her
smooth hand moved my hair across my ears. I couldn't help but smile. Despite
the pain that still bit at my sore ass, I could feel myself settling into
this life. Although it was only my first day, and I was sure there were
plently of "toys" I'd yet to see or hear about, I had a feeling this would
become a life I treasured.
MY Mistress' hand moved away, and before I knew what I was doing, I was
leaning forward, trying to make the brushing last as long as possible. My
Mistress smiled at my reaction, obviously pleased. From a secluded back
pocket, she pulled out the leash/collar I had worn before. Without
resisting, I allowed her to clip it on, keeping my eyes firmly planted on
the floor. With my previous "reward", I was going to make sure to behave as
much as possible to get many more. Without saying anything to me, My
Mistress stood, pulling sharply on the leash. I struggled on hands and knees
to keep up, staying slightly behin her at all times. She was wearing knee
high boots today, black leather. They had huge, towering heels. Above those
wer a small area of bared skin, then a tight black leather skirt. It clearly
defined my Mistress' ass. I found myself oddly attracted to it. I had never
been an ass-girl before, but the site of it all wrapped up in that sweet
black package just made it seem irresistable.
As I began imagining all the wonderful things that my Mistress might make
me do to her ass, she came to a stop. I almost walked past her, but I
managed to stop just short. She opened a door on her right, and walked in.
The new room was roughly the same as the one I had, in shape and size only.
However, the floor was covered in a thick wrestling padding and the walls
were all mirrors. However, it was not the room that shocked me, but the
device inside it.
In the middle of the room was a steel device. 4 bars came to two peaks,
each with 2 bars apeice, and another bar stretched between them. Hanging
down from the middle bar was what looked like a giant hair curkler, black as
well. On the floor were two shocking mostrosities of dildos, large fat 8"
cocks positioned obviously to penetrate the ass and cunt simultaniously. The
entire ensemble was completed by two nipple clamps as well as handcuffs to
hold the arms. I found myself whimpering just looking at the machine.
My Mistress smiled affectionately at it, as if remembering. Then, looking
down at me, she said, "This machine will be teaching you posture. At ALL
times you will be in a firm kneeling position, unless I tell you not to.
Have no fear you will forget it. You will be on this machine the remainder
of the day, whether you like it or not. You are not to make a sound. I will
be in the next room entertaining geusts, and if I hear any disturbances I
will be severely displeased. I also expect that you will refrain from
reaching sexual climax. It is important you learn self restraint. Again, any
sign of your orgasm and you will be punished." I stared at the floor,
shocked. My eyes kept going to the monster cocks positioned there. Ebvery
other part of the device was safe, welcome even, but the cocks brought me
close to throwing up. At age 14 I'd been raped, and since that day even the
plastic image of a cock made my stomach reel. The experience had been both
revolting and intoxicating. Although I hated the feel of the cok pulsing
inside me, the sheer act of someone dominating me, holding me so I couldn't
move set my hormones racing. I think it was this experience that began me on
the path to my new life now.
I felt a sharp tug at my leash, and my Mistress led me to the machine. With
surprising strength, she grabbed me under the arms and lifted me,
positioning me over the two rods. I began to sob as she did it, unable to
control the sound. Tears stained my face, as I looked down at the floor.
"I can tell youdo not like the male sexual organ." My Mistress said to me,
increasing the downward pressure. I gasped as the cocks began sinking into
my holes, my pussing giving way freely and my ass muscles finally giving up
fighting against it. "But, my littly kitty, this is not punishment. I
promise you one day you will enjoy experiences such as these. Now, settle
down." With that, she slammed me down, instantly ramming both cocks into me
up to the hilt. I gasped in pain and pleasure, still feeling sick to the
stomach. I felt like my holes were going to rip open with these monsters
jammed in. As I struggled to remain quiet my Mistress arranged my legs so I
was in a sitting position. Then, she wrenched my up by the hair,
straightening my back. Using the giant curler to fasten m y hair to the
machine, my Mistress now had my in an erect kneeling position, my back
straight and my legs spread slightly. Each movement causeed me to give
another little gasp of pain as the rods shifted against my walls. If it
weren't for the "skin" between them, the two would be rubbing against
eachother. I felt sharp bites at my nipples, and I noticed in my haze of
pain that Mistress had attatched the nipple clamps. I was used to clamps,
they were one of my favorites. These ones were attactched to tite wires,
pulling my breasts to the sides of the machine. Finally my hands were also
clamped in. I was on the machine completely. I strugled to keep from crying
as I saw my reflection in the mirrors around the room. My Mistress stood
before me. I could still see her cunt; she hadn; covered it up after her
morning cleaning. It was running now, and she was obviously aroused bymy
appearance. Finally she crouched down to my level, and gave me a hard kiss.
"Now, my little kitty, sit still, and maybe I will leave out the dildos
from a few of our later lessons. I will be back in twelve hours to pick you
up." Saying that, she gave me an affectionate pat, and I was left alone in
the room.
My eyes spread widely as I heard what she said. Twelve hours!? I would be
screaming by then. The firey pain from being infiliteated against my will
had subsided a bit. But each breath cause my to shift, ripping at my nipples
and cunt. I was certainly wet as hell, though. I was sitting here, strapped
tio a machine I wouldn't have thought of in my wildest dreams, dominated by
the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
My own thought caught me by surprise. Was my Mistress really the most
beautiful woman I had ever seen? I nodded to myself. She certainly was.
The nod brought new waves of pain, but these were far weaker than before. I
started to feel the underlying pleasure of the situation. Although shifting
was uncomfortable, I felt electricity spasm through me with each breath. It
would not be hard to orgasm on this machine. I held my resolve though, not
wanting to displease my Mistress. I tried to relax a bit, but doing that
rammed the twin dildos farther into there little nests, and ripped my hair
and nipples. Obviously I was meant to stay perfectly straight, in the
position I had been told. Holding back moans of pleasure and agony, I
waited.
After an eternity of pain and turmoil, I heard the door open. I was
practically dropping from the machine, along my hair to hold me up. I had
long since given up crying; my cheeks were stained and I could barely muster
up a sob. My cunt and ass were aching, and I had been on the edge of orgasm
for hours. Managing to look up, I saw my Mistress smiling proudly at me. She
knelt down, stroking my head, unclasping my arms, hair, and nipples. Than,
gently as she could, she lifted me off the machine.
I tried to hold back the scream, but I couldn't. As the cocks seemed to rip
out in slow motion, I let out a shreik and reduced myself to a crying heap
of skin. My Mistress pet me gently, cooing to me and shushing me. I cried
for some time, it could have been minutes, or maybe hours. When I was done,
my Mistress led me back to my room. There was a bucket of warm soapy water
there, and some sort of rice in a bowl. My Mistress left me to eat and clean
myself.
"Good night, my little kitty. But don;t even think about pleasing yourself
while I am gone. I will know." I had no doubts when she said that. I ate
quickly, never daring to stand. I used my hands to wash myself as best as I
could, than put the bucket in the corne of the room. Exhausted, I dropped
onto the pallet into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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End of Part 2
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